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تَرْنِيمَةُ الْمَصَاعِدِ مَا أَكْثَرَ مَا ضَايَقُونِي فِي حَدَاثَتِي يَقُولُ إِسْرَائِيلُ. ١ 1
A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
مَا أَكْثَرَ مَا ضَايَقُونِي فِي حَدَاثَتِي، لَكِنَّهُمْ لَمْ يَتَغَلَّبُوا عَلَيَّ. ٢ 2
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
جَرَحُوا ظَهْرِي جُرُوحاً عَمِيقَةً، فَصَارَ كَالأَتْلامِ (خُطُوطِ الْمِحْرَاثِ) الطَّوِيلَةِ فِي حَقْلٍ مَحْرُوثٍ. ٣ 3
The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
الرَّبُّ عَادِلٌ، كَسَرَ أَغْلالَ عُبُودِيَّةِ الأَشْرَارِ. ٤ 4
The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيُدْبِرْ جَمِيعُ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ. ٥ 5
Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
لِيَكُونُوا كَالْعُشْبِ النَّابِتِ عَلَى السُّطُوحِ، الَّذِي يَجِفُّ قَبْلَ أَنْ يَنْمُوَ، ٦ 6
Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth before it groweth up:
فَلَا يَمْلأُ الْحَاصِدُ مِنْهُ يَدَهُ، وَلَا الْحَازِمُ حِضْنَهُ. ٧ 7
With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
وَلَا يَقُولُ عَابِرُو السَّبِيلِ لَهُمْ: «لِتَكُنْ عَلَيْكُمْ بَرَكَةُ الرَّبِّ: نُبَارِكُكُمْ بِاسْمِ الرَّبِّ». ٨ 8
Neither do they who go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.

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